re: "I remember" - A poem by someone that loves Bama

My name is Willie T,
I don't have a brain.
I was once hit by a train,
And now I act like I'm age three.

Look at me, look at me, (courtesy to Tuscaloosa)
I have a little wee-wee.
If it weren't for LSU,
I'd probably play with my own doo-doo.

This football board is my only life,
And I lied about having a wife.
Who would marry me,
With my tiny, tiny, wee-wee?

I strive to impress,
So people will think I'm the best.
My feelings on each successive day,
Depend on whether or not people here think I'm gay.

I think I love Saban, no matter what I say,
Because he is looking at me through the camera on gameday.
I wish Saban had been my daddy,
Instead of the old geezer pimp in the broken down '78 Caddy.

I never had a brother,
So Photoshop became my lover.
While I burn thousands of hours making cartoons,
everyone else in my age bracket is out slaying poon.

I'm Willie T and if they ban me, again,
I just may blow my head off after finishing another stinking bottle of gin.